10:24 PM |
and oh, your eyes shone bright, like
the headlights of a million speeding cars; and
I confess-- youmightbesomethingincrediblewaitingtohappen.
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Ohmygosh.
My tagboard is dyyyyying. *spasms*
A big hug and thankyou and a dozen pink elephants to the loverly people who've kept my tagboard fed so far.
A big "phhhhish" and nothankyou and a dozen your-name-goes-into-my-I-don't-give-a-damn-notebook wishes to the mean people who haven't.
I highly suspect that my blog is being watched. :/
BUT OHWELL.
Only goes to show that my blog's worth watching secretly anyway. :]
... Ash wants me to blog about track training. So here.
All You Need To Know About Trackers:
(disclaimer: Don't get insulted, or anything. This is totally just in fun, PLUS I'm not poking fun at y'all! I respect trackers. :] )
1. They run. Like, a lot.
2. Some of them (ahemASHANDWQahem) have, apparently, something against canoeists.
But less power to them, then; 'cuz it just so happens that having canoeists as friends is ze total ownage.
3. Their track jersey has smaller armholes than the canoeing singlet has. :/
4. They're fast.
5. They're fast.
6. They're fast.
....
.......
20. And just when you think they can't go faster;
they speed up.
...Aforementioned two trackers also are suffering under the delusion that all canoeists have no life whatsoever.
I beg to differ.
Today, I rowed in a K2 as per norm with Gill- pacing with M&M {Mei Xin and Maxy. I'm so good at this, aren't I.}, the J1 girls, and Mr Yong.
And today I found our legacy;
written in schoolgirl penmanship and felt markers, on the bow of NJC K2-07. (08? The number doesn't matter.)
"Push. Endure. Fight.
For you.
For me.
For us.
For them."
It was beautiful, and all the while I had that still silent whisper ringing through my head:
For us. For them. For us. For them.
And so I rowed my best.
For us, and for them.
And for Him.
And I've realized that when you've truly felt pain; truly felt what it feels to suffer and struggle and fight for what you believe in... as the pain intensifies;
so does life.
And life seems so much more beautiful because of that.
...If anyone wants/dares/has the nerve to challenge that, then here's a recommendation;
Go capsize in a T-craft. Without a life-jacket. At the 1km mark.
And may you get thwapped (accidentally, of course) over the head by a HCI K1er, and may you eat much backwash.
kthx.
I love this team, and anyone who dares to insult that is, (quite frankly, darling dear) an absolute loser.
So all non-losers (read: Loser ', All Subsets of Winners, All Un-Dorks) report to the white marquee now and confess that yes, canoeists DO have lives; and pretty awesome ones, too.
... But busy lives. Definitely busy.
I've got NAPHA, IP Preview, and
Gah why do all the freakishly importantesque things all decide to rush down on me in the same week; do they have a grudge against rad people? >:[
La phish.
(be my something-incredible-is-waiting-to-happen,
please won't you, won't you, you will?)
<3